Transcripts here are taken from Jessica's scenes with Greg Vaughan's character, Lucky, mostly. Both of them shared some great dialogue that will be transcripted here.
June 16th, 2003: Flirting and flat tires
Lydia: You, there. Can you change a tire?
Lucky: There's a garage down the street. It's on Elm --
Lydia: No, no, I'm not walking another step.
Lucky: You know what, there's a phone inside. You can call a tow truck.
Lydia: No, no, I don't need a tow truck. I just need to have my tire changed. Is that so difficult?
Lucky: I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I’m busy.
Lydia: Look, I'll pay you. In fact, I’ll pay you double.
Lucky: So you do this often?
Lydia: Pay for favors? Not usually. But in your case, I'll make an exception.
Lucky: Ah. So I’d be your first?
Lydia: Hmm. Would that excite you?
Lucky: $40?
Lydia: How about 60?
Lucky: Why don't I just go change your tire and then steal your car? How do you know I'm not a serial killer?
Lydia: I have a gift for reading men.
Lucky: So what do you read about me?
Lydia: Well, you're not a car thief or a serial killer. You're good with your hands and all things physical. Shall I go on?
Lucky: Well, don't stop now. I mean, you're just getting hot.
Lydia: Subtlety's not your strong point. I can tell by your attempt at carpentry.
Lucky: Yeah, subtlety's overrated.
Lydia: You're powerful. No doubt you possess remarkable endurance and stamina and you're willing to work up a sweat, which is all good.
Lucky: Yeah. I'm glad I got your approval.
Lydia: Your table manners could probably use some work. Your idea of a nice dinner is probably sitting in a recliner, watching some sports event with the remote, a beer, and a barrel of chicken.
Lucky: No, that'd be a bucket of chicken.
Lydia: A bucket of chicken. You think that women can't tell the difference between flowers from the grocers or the florist, and they tell themselves that you're just a diamond in the rough. Body of the Calvin Klein model and soul of the poet. They stare into your eyes, wonder what you're thinking, and the truth is you're not thinking anything at all. You confess as much, but they don't believe you -- at least not for the first week when they wake up, spring from your rumpled bed and race to the nearest shrink. Ahem. Well?
Lucky: That was good.
Lydia: You think?
Lucky: Yeah. I'm amazed that you got all that by just looking at me. You mind if I give it a shot?
Lydia: You don't strike me as particularly insightful, but, sure, by all means.
Lucky: You know, I could tell by the way you were pounding your point that subtlety is not your thing, either. Most men put up with your attitude because the packaging's very nice. Then they realize beneath all your putdowns that there could be a sensitive woman that they want to know. Hmm. And about a week later, they leap out of your designer bed, run down that marble staircase past the butler who's seen this all too -- so many times, around the tennis courts, through the stables, out the iron gates to that lonely little barstool at the topless joint.
Lydia: Hmm. About the tire -- how much is it going to cost me?
Lucky: It's 500 bucks. Take it or leave it.
Lydia: Deal.
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Lydia: Would you look what you did to my nails?
Lucky: Well, it's your tire. Why shouldn't I ask you to change it? I don't want you -- don't get any grease on my money, all right?
Lydia: Oh. Well, will you take a check?
Lucky: Sure, but if it bounces, I’m coming after you.
Lydia: Oh. That could be interesting. Come after me and do what?
Lucky: Whatever's necessary.
Lydia: Are you serious about the 500?
Lucky: No. Why don't you make it for 1,000?
Lydia: Please tell me you're joking.
Lucky: There's no charge.
Lydia: Thank you.
Summer: Hey. What have you been doing?
Lucky: Uh -- I was changing a spare tire. I'm --
Lydia: Hi.
Lucky: Sorry. I didn't get your name.
Lydia: Lydia Karenin.
Lucky: Lydia Karenin --
Lydia: Hi.
Lucky: This is Summer Holloway, and I'm --
Summer: Hey --
Lucky: Lucky --
Summer: Lucky, I need to talk to you. It's pretty important, and I got to do it in private. Sorry.
Lydia: No, that's ok.
Lucky: Ok. Let's just go upstairs.
Summer: Ok.
Lucky: Don't drive too long on that spare tire.
June 27th/30th, 2003: Falling over the bluff
Stefan before leaving: If you can't make this work, I'll use my own methods.
Lydia: Of all the dreary, pompous, self-important idiots --
Lucky: I'd have to agree.
Lydia: Where did you come from?
Lucky: Wrong question. The right one is, what did i hear? And the answer is, all kinds of interesting stuff.
Lucky: You know, I've been trying to figure out what happened to summer the night that she fell, and guess what -- I found a really nice spot where you can hide and watch the bluffs and wait for the perfect moment to push somebody over.
Lydia: Look, it is very sad what happened to your girlfriend, but it was obviously an accident. Now, I'm going to do you a favor and let you go without calling the guards.
Lucky: Oh, you're generous. I'll be sure and fill nikolas in on the conversation you were having with stefan.
Lydia: Look, you have no idea what the stakes are here, so do nikolas a favor and just stay the hell out of it.
Lucky: No, we're not finished.
Lydia: Oh, yes, we are.
[Lydia falls over the bluff and screams]
Lucky: I got you. I got you.
Lydia: Oh, my --
Lucky: You really need to be more careful around here.
Lydia: You just -- you just saved my life.
Lucky: You didn't leave me much choice.
Lydia: So does this mean you have to do whatever I say from now on?
Lucky: Actually, it's the other way around.
Lucky: Stepping in to save your life makes me responsible for the choices you make from now on.
Lydia: Oh. Oh, really? So you're, like, my personal bodyguard, watching over me day and night, monitoring my every decision, making sure i'm a good little girl?
Lucky: Not a chance.
Lydia: There are worse jobs, you know? I'm sure you've had a few. Guarding my body could prove to be inspirational, not to mention tons of fun.
Lucky: Are you flirting with me?
Lydia: Was I? Maybe you flatter yourself.
Lucky: Are you even capable of being honest?
Lydia: What does it matter to you?
Lucky: You're working with stefan. To do what, exactly? Seduce nikolas to convince him to marry you?
Lydia: You don't understand. See, I am the best thing that ever happened to nikolas.
July 4th, 2003: First Kiss
Lucky: What do you want, Lydia?
Lydia: You owe me, and I'm here to collect.
Lucky: I am on a picnic with my sister and grandma who are at the pony rides. They're due back any minute, so if you could make this fast --
Lydia: Ok, look, I will be more than happy to buy your sister a pony as soon as I get my inheritance. But that is not going to happen unless you can convince nikolas to marry me.
Lucky: I don't know what you're talking about and I don't care.
Lydia: Well, you better care, unless you want nikolas standing next to you on the unemployment line. I mean, if we get married, we are going to get a multibillion-dollar inheritance. If not, nothing, zero. It all goes to charity.
Lucky: Well, I guess it's going to charity. Nikolas and emily are engaged, or you don't remember?
Lydia: Look, he doesn't love her, you know? And even if he did, that's no reason to marry. Money is. So would you please just talk to nikolas for me? Make him understand.
Lucky: Now, why would I do that?
Lydia: Because I helped you. Yeah, I covered with stefan when you were snooping around spoon island.
Lucky: I had nikolas' permission to be on that island.
Lydia: I saved you a beating and possibly your life. I always did have a soft spot for courageous men without an ounce of sense. I just -- I didn't want to see you pulverized and thrown over a cliff by one of stefan's guards. Seemed like a tragic waste to such a beautiful body. Of course, that was before i knew how bad your attitude was.
Lucky: Hmm, I think you like my attitude.
Lydia: Ha. You're dreaming.
Lucky: Hmm. I don't think so.
[Lucky pulls Lydia into a kiss]
Lydia: Someone should've warned me that you -- you are completely insane. How dare you grope me like that.
Lucky: Well, that's the only thing I could think of to shut you up.
Lydia: Yeah, well, I am going to marry your brother.
Lucky: Doesn't sound like that to me.
Lydia: Don't you care at all that i am going to be penniless?
Lucky: Well, on the scale of tragedy, the idea of you working for a living really doesn't register. On the other hand, the idea of nikolas being forced to marry rates at least a 3.5.
Lydia: Tragic or not, nikolas and i will be married.
July 7th, 2003: Lucky sees Lydia's softer side
Lucky about Lydia's ring: You could just wear it through your nose and be sure no one will miss it.
Lydia: I gather nikolas told you the good news.
Lucky: Good news? No.
Lydia: Look, you can try all you want. Nothing is going to spoil my perfect day. This ring is a symbol that your brother and I want the same thing, and we are going to be very happy together.
Lucky: No. It's a symbol of what a scared, confused little girl you are.
Lydia: You know, I don't think your brother will appreciate you insulting his fiancee.
Lucky: Yeah, I had you pegged from the moment we first met.
Lydia: Oh, yeah.
Lucky: You're just a spoiled little rich girl searching for love.
Lydia: Love's highly overrated.
Lucky: You know, the ones that say that are the ones that never had it. You've had money your whole life, and getting more isn't going to change anything. But when love comes along, your whole world's going to change.
Lydia: Oh, yeah? Well, the people that say that money can't change anything are the ones who don't have it. You don't know anything about me. You have no idea what I wan--
[Lucky kisses Lydia]
Lucky: Congratulations on your engagement.
July 8th, 2003: Lucky annoyes Lydia
Lydia: You don't look very happy.
Nikolas: Well, the Cassadine finances aren't showing any signs of recovery, Lydia.
Lydia: Well, cheer up. As soon as we're married, you will have a fortune at your disposal. Speaking of which, what about the ceremony? Large, small? You want Russian Orthodox? Or we could always just have a civil service.
Lucky: Well, how about a handshake and a quick goodbye? Nikolas wants Emily, not you. He wants a real marriage, not a business relationship.
Nikolas: I've made my decision, Lucky.
Lucky: Well, does it matter that Lydia can't keep her hands off me?
Lydia: Excuse me? You're the one who keeps hitting on me.
Lydia: Lucky has kissed me twice now without my consent.
Lucky: Well, you threw yourself at me.
Lydia: We were having a conversation and out of the blue, you grabbed me.
Lucky: Well, what do you expect? You were practically on top of me.
Lydia: Oh, well, you're obviously not one to let your enormous ego intrude upon reality.
Lucky: My ego?
Nikolas: I don't care who kissed who! It makes no difference to me.
Lucky: Of course not because, Nikolas, you love Emily, and Lydia is nothing to you. So why are you trying to throw your future out the window to save the Cassadine empire?
Nikolas: I've made my decision.
Lucky: What is this, rebound?
Lydia: This may come as a surprise, but most people would consider me quite a catch.
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[Lydia walks up behind Lucky, taps him on the shoulder and slaps him as he turns]
Lydia: How dare you tell Nikolas that I was coming on to you when the exact opposite is true.
Lucky: For the record, I don't enjoy being slapped, so why don't you take your tantrum somewhere else?
Lydia: Get off. First, I need to make sure that you understand something, ok? You need to stay out of my life.
Lucky: Next time use the phone.
Lydia: Oh, stop flattering yourself. You know perfectly well that you are the one that can't keep your hands off me.
Lucky: Well, you're the one that keeps trying to make excuses to see me.
Lydia: Look, let me make something really clear here, so that you can comprehend, ok? Leave me alone.
Lucky: Or what? You going to stomp your foot, try and slap me again, then jump into my arms?
Lydia: Oh. You know, you better treat me with more respect when I am Nikolas' wife.
Lucky: Oh, I think my brother's going to make sense of this whole thing before he signs up to marry a woman he can't stand.
Lydia: Nikolas and I have a business arrangement, and if you weren't such a throwback to prehistoric times, you would understand how a marriage of convenience works. Passion is one thing, matrimony is another. I won't stop Nikolas from pursuing his desires, and he won't stop me from pursuing mine.
Lucky: Don't look at me.
Lydia: Oh -- I wouldn't have you on a silver plate.
